Post by Bobbie on Jan 16, 2022 6:00:41 GMT -5
Croesus frowned at Michael’s suggestion. “You know, I would be happy to do that, Eve is so lovely.” He said, before continuing in a mutter, “A lot nicer to me than you are.”
As he shook his head, he zipped around in front of Michael to get a good look at his face, as if that would help determine if he was a secret agent or not – he didn’t care about being called paranoid. In a world so cruel, who could blame him? He swiftly moved before Michael either rammed into him or swatted him away and then perched himself on Michael’s shoulder. He let Michael go on with his speech about manipulations and conspiracies, then about offering Eve a job. He was listening to every word even if he looked like he wasn’t. “I don’t care, you’re a killer and not a very nice person. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s not your real name, that’s all. You’re a different person in there compared to what I saw in that alley.” He grumbled in a small, pouty voice.
As they arrived at the old café, Cro looked up at the name of the place, and then inside through the glass window.
“Here we are… what exactly are we here for? Oh no… you’re not going to kill anyone are you? If you are, I forcefully object!” he lowered his voice down to a hiss as they entered the cafeteria, the dwarf still on the man’s shoulder.
Upon reaching the table, he finally hopped down and stood on the table, staring up at Michael. “You can’t do this! I’m not going to let you!” he went on, as if he had some fighting chance to stop the trained assassin from murdering another person. While his words didn’t reveal very much about the situation, he was anything but quiet and clearly attracting quite a bit of attention as other people at the café were turning heads and watching the pair. "I object!"
“Also, are you ordering anything? I wouldn’t mind some food…”
As he shook his head, he zipped around in front of Michael to get a good look at his face, as if that would help determine if he was a secret agent or not – he didn’t care about being called paranoid. In a world so cruel, who could blame him? He swiftly moved before Michael either rammed into him or swatted him away and then perched himself on Michael’s shoulder. He let Michael go on with his speech about manipulations and conspiracies, then about offering Eve a job. He was listening to every word even if he looked like he wasn’t. “I don’t care, you’re a killer and not a very nice person. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s not your real name, that’s all. You’re a different person in there compared to what I saw in that alley.” He grumbled in a small, pouty voice.
As they arrived at the old café, Cro looked up at the name of the place, and then inside through the glass window.
“Here we are… what exactly are we here for? Oh no… you’re not going to kill anyone are you? If you are, I forcefully object!” he lowered his voice down to a hiss as they entered the cafeteria, the dwarf still on the man’s shoulder.
Upon reaching the table, he finally hopped down and stood on the table, staring up at Michael. “You can’t do this! I’m not going to let you!” he went on, as if he had some fighting chance to stop the trained assassin from murdering another person. While his words didn’t reveal very much about the situation, he was anything but quiet and clearly attracting quite a bit of attention as other people at the café were turning heads and watching the pair. "I object!"
“Also, are you ordering anything? I wouldn’t mind some food…”
Croesus: #ba00ca